Everyone depicted in this story is above the age of 18. /// I'm laying, blindfolded, on the motel bed. It's a surprisingly cute and clean place for being so far from the city centre. I've cuffed myself to the bedframe as you've instructed, waiting breathlessly for you to arrive. Your exact instructions were to cuff myself to the bed, naked and blindfolded...
Approaching Miss White, the Dean stood between the bound woman's legs, letting the strap-on fall onto her stomach so she could see its relative size. It extended well past her belly button. Miss White swallowed, her eyes bugging out slightly. Surely the Dean would have some mercy on her, not tear her up inside? She opened her mouth to plead for leniency, bu...
(C) 2006 Rachel Gumm. You may freely distribute this story digitally, but only in full, crediting me as the author. I welcome feedback, and try my best to reply to it all. You can e-mail me at the address in my profile. * Leaning out of the bedroom window, Maria savoured the feel of the ocean's cool breeze against her skin, offsetting the sun's relentless...
Alice called me that she had been invited by a friend Kathy to spend a weekend at her country home. I was dying to spend more time with Alice and I quickly agreed. We drove to the huge farmhouse and Alice seemed unusually silent. I started feeling a little jealous. I asked her if she and Kathy had been lovers. She nodded in the affirmative and I felt pangs o...
Your Silken Skin, Your Heat, Your Smell, Your Mouth! (Her lips, Her Tongue, My Body, MySex!) -A New Short Story by Nicole The days are getting warmer and as the sun clings to the horizon, slanting down in a long shallow arc, the pale golden light angles in a gentle bath of glowing peach over her cheek and lean elegant neck. My slender fingers quietly seek...
Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations. - 'I can't sleep.' I keep thinking to myself. 'How could I possibly sleep when I'm laid so close to what I want? How could anyone?' I stare into the darkness of the motel room where I can just make out the picture on the opposite wall and the bedside lamp next...
"Delta house," the pretty brunette said as she picked up the phone. Her jaw working on a piece of chewing gum. "Hi, may I please speak to Arianna?" Margaret asked. Margaret sat in her room, her feet kept warm by a heater kept under her desk. "This is Arianna." "Hi, my name is Margaret. Delta class of 76. My daughter is Stacy. Stacy Barnes." "Oh sure," A...
She steps into the room, taking your breath away. She is wearing a simple, nice pair of jeans and a snug white sweater. From your table in the corner the cold sends a chill up your spine. Or at least, that's what you tell yourself. She gives you a shy smile and sits down across from you. "Hey you..." she says, with far more confidence than she actually has....
Dear readers, this is the fourth installment in the series of stories about Lydia and her young submissive lover Rita. I have received much positive feedback on the first three stories in the series and hope you also will like this one. Sapphic Granny (Lydia) The previous stories are : Chapter 1: The Subjugation of Rita Chapter 2: Weekend with Granny Ch...
"Are we nearly there yet?" murmured the young blonde girl, as she crouched down on the carpet, pressing two of her fingers in and out of the exposed sex of her aunt's best friend, Margaret Nash. Peggy started up at this unwanted disruption to her pleasures at raised herself up on her elbows. She sat up and seized hold of the top knot of the blonde's hair,...